Monday, November 28, 2005

Today's a perfect writing day in normally sunny Florida. Too often I'll be sitting on the back porch and get distracted by flowers that need trimming, compost that needs turning, anything to get me away from what I should be doing, making up people in my head.

Today though is dank and rainy as a cold front comes through, so short of crawling back into bed with a good book and pulling the covers up (my second--no, third-- favorite rainy day activity), it's a good writing day. I'm sitting under a darkened skylight as the drops ping off the roof and the occasional bit of thunder rolls through. The stereo still has my Thanksgiving line-up on the CD changer, a mixture of Ralph Vaughn Williams, Bach, Yo-Yo Ma and Mark Conner, and I'm making progress on the next book, working title of The Privateer. That's not going to be its final title. I think I'll work treasure in there somehow, but for now, it's good enough for saving files.

In a little bit though it will be mid-afternoon, which is when my brain goes all fuzzy and it becomes a good time to do mindless activity like the laundry. So I'll continue writing for as long as the synapses are firing, and then take a break from creating hot heroes and snappy heroines and slip into some other rainy day activity.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

My Thanksgiving was hectic, but delightful. The boys are home from college, so there's a lot of arm-punching and name calling going on, but that's normal. It warms the cockles of my heart to hear the philosophy major tell the politics/economics major he's a butthead who smells bad. Yes, this is why we scrimp and save to send them off to be educated and sophisticated men of the world.

The food was a quite tasty, if I do say so myself, and my recipes both old and new all worked out well. My best friend is in town and it was wonderful going to see "Pride and Prejudice" with someone who's not only a fellow Austen fan, but could snark and chuckle with me through all the tidbits most people (like my dear husband) just wouldn't get--questions about why so many of the men are running around without gloves, why Lady Catherine shows up in the middle of the night, and why the screenwriter seemed to be channeling Charlotte Bronte rather than Jane Austen?

So I hope your Thanksgiving was wonderful too and you have lots of splendid leftovers!

Monday, November 21, 2005

When my dear husband says "I don't know what to buy you!" I always try to keep it easy for him. I tell him he can buy me expensive jewelry or book gift certificates. And can there be anything more tempting than a book sale for a good cause? Where you're spending money on something you want anyway, probably more money than you should, because you know a percentage goes to charity? It almost takes the guilt out of guilty pleasures.

Goerings Books in Gainesville, Florida, is an independent bookstore that not only has the good taste to carry signed copies of Darlene Marshall's books, but also donates a percentage of proceeds to charity through most of November and December. You buy during certain weeks depending on who you wish to be the recipient--Women's Studies at UF, various children's programs, etc.

So when Goerings was hosting one of these events yesterday, with wine to help lubricate sales, I ended up walking out with a slew of books. Two of them are new research volumes: Frolicking Bears, Wet Vultures, and Other Oddities--A New York City Journalist in Nineteenth-Century Florida by Jerald T. Milanich. The second book is Trade and Privateering in Spanish Florida, 1732-1763 by Joyce Elizabeth Harman.

I can hardly wait to dig into these. And I feel no guilt at all. And barely any for also putting Talk to the Hand by Lynne Truss in the shopping cart.

Friday, November 18, 2005

Like most of you, I have a slew of books on my TBR shelves. Some of them are library books, and the library gets snippy about them not being returned on time.

So why did I spend the day rereading THE GRAND SOPHY?

Maybe because when I read Georgette Heyer I can study her craft, to try and learn how she makes secondary characters leap off the page with every bit as much life as primary characters. Maybe it's because I love how she milks the English language for all it's worth, expecting the reader to rise to her level, and not dumbing down.

Maybe because it's just a damned entertaining read that still makes me grin at key passages.

Whatever the reason, I'm glad Heyer's books are being reissued, and I hope a new generation comes to love her writing as much as my generation of romance readers and writers did.

Oh, and if you haven't read it, THE GRAND SOPHY was written in 1950 and is the story of a strong willed young woman in Regency England who sets out to make sure people around her end up with the right mates, not neglecting her own needs in the process. And she does it with style, flair, ducklings and the occasional pistol. Read THE GRAND SOPHY. You'll smile, and you'll thank me for it later.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

The tai chi classes are progressing, though at this point I feel like a centipede--I can walk just fine until I stop to think about what all those feet are doing. Our instructor tries to soothe our frazzled spirits by assuring us that it takes at least three classes along with daily repetition to learn the most basic of moves, but I still feel like an idiot each time I look up and everyone else has their hand in a perfect bird's beak, while my hand is somewhere off in the ozone.

*sigh* But I'm not giving up! It's good for me, I do feel better afterwards, and it's improving my balance already. I can feel myself shifting positions when I'm just standing around, straightening my back, relaxing my spine, centering my feet. And it is good for research. When I'm blocking out a fight scene, I'll be better able to describe how someone wards off a blow or shifts away from attack.

Oddly enough, I joked about "wax on, wax off", but there's a lot of truth to that scene from Karate Kid. You repeat basic motions over and over until your body has them memorized and your responses become automatic. That's my goal with these classes--to become so comfortable with it that just like that centipede, I'm not thinking about what my feet are doing and I'm moving all 100 of them in perfect rhythm.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

I got involved in a discussion at another site today where a reader wanted the author of a bestselling novel to go back and write a scene that took place off-stage, because the reader thought this would enhance her enjoyment of the novel.

It's an issue that's been bothering me more and more lately--readers who want all the blanks filled in. I don't want to see drawings of Jamie and Claire or have missing scenes drawn out for me. The author didn't write a graphic novel, and I prefer the pictures in my head based on her character descriptions.

The best compliment I ever got on my own writing was from a friend who read Smuggler's Bride and told me I'd described his grandma's farmhouse out in the piney woods, all the way down to the detached kitchen. His vision of my cabin was to see his grandma's house, and that was fine with me. It meant I'd given him enough detail that he could use his imagination to fill in the blanks, even if the house he saw wasn't the same as the house I saw in my mind.

For the same reason, I've always resisted character covers on my books because I don't want a cover artist to show his/her version of my characters. I want the readers to have their own vision of what my characters look like based on my descriptive powers.

Although when I saw Nathan Fillion as Captain Mal in Firefly, after I finished writing Smuggler's Bride, there was a "Hmmmm...." moment, but even he doesn't look quite how I envision Rand Washburn. Which is not to say if I sold the movie rights and he was cast in the role I'd bitch about it. Might even try to get myself invited onto the set.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Publisher slashes prices! Hot pirate romance makes great holiday gift!

Those fine folks at LTDBooks are having a huge sale and all Darlene Marshall books are 40 per cent off, which gets you trade paperbacks at mass market prices.

And anyone wanting an autographed bookplate has only to write me and it will be done.

Friday, November 11, 2005

One of the things I do in the real world is serve on the board of our public library foundation. The Foundation gathers supplemental funding for our library, primarily through bequests and large gifts. One of my proudest moments was helping some 20 years back to promote a referendum that created a separate taxing district for the public library. This meant that library funding was no longer at the whim of elected officials who saw a library as nice, but not as important as roads.

It worked, and our library system has been steadily growing and expanding ever since.

Anyway, I've been put in charge of a project to turn one of the plain vanilla meeting rooms in our headquarters library into more of an executive board room, which will serve as a meeting room for the foundation and trustees, but also be used as a high tech training site for the library staff. The architect is showing me Arts and Crafts style chandeliers to drool over, beautiful wood cabinetry, plush carpet, and I get to oversee all of this wonderful spending.

*Sigh* Now I want to remodel my own house. Unfortunately, I don't have a foundation willing to underwrite it.

Monday, November 07, 2005

So today was an interesting research day. I was typing away at my Regency era WIP when suddenly the heroine refers to herself as being like Robin Hood. That set off the anachronism alarm bells in my head, but a quick side trip to the Beaumonde, the Regency chapter of RWA, confirmed that the Robin Hood legend was alive, and best of all, well known in Regency England.

Now I just need to get the damn song from the Richard Greene TV show out of my head. If you'd like to hear the theme song for your ownself, and I swear, Mel Brooks did not write these lyrics, go to this site and listen to it yourself.

And if you're old enough to remember watching this on TV, you're really getting on up there.
Time to put in another plug for the Smart Bitches.

Go view today's post, "The Man Titty Hall of Fame, Vol. 1", but do not read these at work, with coffee in your mouth, or in any location where your laughing will scare the dog.

You've been warned.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Loving Miranda

Loving Miranda Cover

Author: Teresa Bodwell
Title: Loving Miranda
ISBN: 0-8217-7816-1
Publisher: Kensington, Zebra Historical Romance
Release: October 2005

Teresa Bodwell announces the release of her second western historical novel, a sequel to her debut, Loving Mercy.

Benjamin Lansing is on his way to paradise with a short detour to nowhere. His brother left some unfinished business when he died. Ben aims to set things right and get out. He has no intention of allowing a pretty little distraction like Miranda to keep him from his goal. Even if that spark of life in her eyes threatens to melt the layers of reserve he’s taken a lifetime to build . . .

Miranda Chase knows exactly what she wants–a settled life with a steady man who will treat her right. She has no time for a smooth talkin’ city slicker who makes her heart race like a wild stallion when he touches her. Only a fool would try to lasso and break a man like Ben. Or a woman reckless enough to follow her heart . . .

Reviews“LOVING MIRANDA will bring a lump to your throat and tears to your eyes.”
Betty Cox, NovelTalk Reviews

“Sweet and touching, yet as rugged as the wild west . . .”
Kathe Robin, Romantic Times BookClub.

“Ms. Bodwell has created a riveting story in this sequel to Loving Mercy.” LA (Leanne Davis), Rendezvous

Saturday, November 05, 2005

The Gators are playing tonight, and even though my eldest has a sticker on his computer that says "A quality university needs a football team like a fish needs a bicycle", we love our Gators in Gainesville! Heck, when the Gators lose I'm tempted to sue the coach for loss of consortium, 'cause my poor dear husband is so despondent.

But this cooler fall weather reminds me too that it's time to get on the road and do some research. This time, I think it will be a day trip to St. Marys, Fernandina and St. Augustine. One of the best parts of setting stories in 19th C. Florida is having a good excuse to put the top down on the Sebring and hit those back roads, looking for local color. After all, the trip to the Cracker Museum in St. Augustine helped with Smuggler's Bride, so I'm hopeful that visiting the haunts of privateers on both sides of the war will be a plus for my WIP.

And besides, any excuse to hit some of the fine eateries in St. Augustine is a good thing.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

In other news, I've sent off my edits of Captain Sinister's Lady to Amber Quill Press and the release date is now March, 2006. I'm excited to find a home for this novel, which for a long time was feeling neglected while I worked on other projects. CSL is a bit different, with a hero who's not your usual pirate or privateer. Other men dream of ditching their humdrum lives and running off to sea. Morgan Roberts wants to leave the sea and be a farmer. But when you're very good at what you do, and you have a moniker like "Captain Sinister", it's hard to quit the day job.

So look for Captain Sinister's Lady this spring, a bit delayed but worth the wait!
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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

I took my first tai chi class last night, and I think I've found the right martial art for someone like me--no blurring fists of fury, but rather a discipline that's supposed to help keep you from falling on your ass as you age. I enjoyed it and while I've got a long way to go, it looks like a good investment of my time.

Now I want to get a cool outfit to go with the program, and I was disappointed when the instructor said "Naw, all you need are loose clothes and cloth shoes."

Me, I still want the silk pj's.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

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I've been spending the morning on a total revamping of my WIP. For a while there I felt like I had two different novels going--and that may very well have been the case--as I bounced back and forth between alternate versions of the same chapter. But I think I've finally nailed where I want to go with this. The original file title was "Gambler", now it's "Privateer". The gambling story will come later.

And maybe I'll run out to Vegas and do some research and see if I can claim it as a legitimate tax deduction since I'll be working, I swear!